The point at which it all became too much.

So I rediscovered the importance of vitamins lately. Work hasn’t been trashing me nearly as badly, depression has been held at arm’s length, for the most part. Friday was a tough day; we were jam-packed, the emergencies kept coming, and we finally packed it in at 7:00 pm.

Dinner was late, because my wife had a similarly hard week, and hadn’t felt like cooking when she got home. By the time I dragged my butt in, it was underway, however, and we sat down at the table a mere two hours late.

It was beef. I hate beef. She loves it, though, so we eat it quite a bit. There was one point, as I chewed morosely on my meat, that she was chiding me for not rewriting a piece for church I’d no idea I was rewriting at the same time my son was asking his nightly question whether he would get to play City of Heroes after dinner at the same time the pug dog was nudging my leg asking for a piece of meat and I thought oh jesus this is just like work, everybody demanding something at once

Well. I didn’t scream. Maybe I should have. I’m starting to re-consider that whole it-is-better-to-be-feared-than-loved thing, as it certainly has its points.

I’ll be gone most of this weekend, shuttling my boy around so relatives may ooh and aah over him for his 8th birthday. Someone – Dave Barry, perhaps – pointed out that people stop making a big fuss over your birthday about age 12, so I should let him enjoy his golden years.

Me, I have to go punch up a mediocre “worship drama” before bed. I don’t know why this is left to me, a non-Christian, or even worse, why it is I can see how to make the script’s point more cogent (and entertaining) than the original writer, who is, supposedly, of the faith.

I’m just going shrug and chalk it up to the Big Guy and his mysterious ways. Please note I just deleted several lines of philosophy, cuz I ain’t got the time, and you likely don’t have the patience right now.

Wish me luck – I have two days and remarkably little time to regain my sanity before Monday arrives again like a mundane Mongol horde.

The Ghost Rider Movie…

…was actually not bad. In fact, it was pretty darn good. It is my son’s new favorite movie, though I can’t say I agree with him that it is worthy to replace The Empire Strikes Back in that regard.

I have a few minor cavils with the casting, and there were a couple of points I had to go “Oh Script! You minx! You just took the easy way out, didn’t you?” But I will also say that it had one of the Most Truly Frickin’ Cool Things I have seen on a big screen in a long time, and for a few moments in that darkened theater, I was eight years old, too.

Though I was most certainly not eight when the new trailer for Grindhouse played. I wasn’t 16 again, either, much as I’d like to say I was. I was an appreciative near-50 thinking, “Damn, they even got that guy to do the narration!” Nice to know he’s still around. No, really, if the Grindhouse trailers got any more perfect, I’d have to make sure I hadn’t died and gone to some crap film fan’s version of heaven.

So…between Ghost Rider, 300 and Grindhouse, it looks like I’ll break my string of only going to one movie in a theater per annum. Maybe this actually is the year I finally stick my head out of my spider hole and start making a noise in The World again.

Urgh.

Two days of quite different hellish job problems: patients that do not even show up for their appointments, like half of yesterday’s… Exacerbated by today’s winner, a man who was scheduled for a three-hour procedure, and who called two hours before his time and said, “I just got your message. Didn’t my wife call you? I’m in Florida.”

I filled up that three hours on short notice. The billable hours were not as rich, but I filled them. And God help me, I actually feel like that was a triumph.

The only answer, of course, was to do something worthwhile with my evening. Like sifting through the 10 gigs of mp3’s on my Zen Nomad and correcting the tags.

And re-reading some of my favorite literature. In case I haven’t mentioned it, Scott McCloud’s Zot! was one of comics’ finest hours.

Day off tomorrow, though my son reaallllllly wants to see the Ghost Rider movie. Good thing I edited those tags tonight!

For Fun:

See if you can guess where this conversation from early this morning veers from the real to my diseased fantasy life.

PATIENT: I am in terrible pain. Can the doctor please see me sometime today?

ME: Well, you’re in luck. We had a cancellation this morning, in about an hour and a half. Can you be here at 10:00?

PATIENT: Oh, no, I’m going to work. What do you have later tonight?

(pause)

ME: Obviously, you are not in terrible pain. Call me back when it gets worse.

(SSSh! He’s out in the waiting room right now, as the sun slowly goes down and I lose all chance for dinner with my wife. Oh, how I love my life!)

Oh, for….

Hey look! The Red Cross is getting into the fearmongering act:

Not only did the terrorists win quite some time ago, but they’ve gotten us to do their dirty work. Or are they pissed that we’re not outsourcing this stuff anymore?

Incidentally, it looks like the Justice Department numbers on terror cases may be a bit off.

Lest we end on an entirely bitter, Carlinesque note, I should point out that Ray Smuckles has finally seen the light.

EVERYBODY PANIC

So what headline jumps out at me over at the Houston Chronicle’s site?

Thousands could die if a giant tornado ever hits Houston

Let me hit what I feel are the pertinent sections of this headline:

Thousands COULD die if a giant tornado EVER hits Houston

As opposed to the desired effect, which is

THOUSANDS could DIE if a GIANT TORNADO ever HITS HOUSTON

Apparently, the public is glutted with tales of possible apocalypses due to giant asteroids, terrorist bombs, arctic cold fronts and goth kids with automatic weapons. Theoretical tornadoes are the new hotness.

Dammit, news media – there was a time when you were my friend. When the hell did you go over to the enemy?

Never mind, I’m pretty sure I don’t want to know the answer to that.

Oh, wait, wait….

Suddenly I understand the unreasoning hatred toward Texas I alluded to earlier in the week.

It seems that Warren Chisum, the chairman of the House Appropriations Committee, weighs in on the side of those who feel that the Earth revolving around the Sun is a crackpot idea forwarded by a bunch of Jewish conspirators. The memo Chisum forwarded to legislators originates from a Georgia rep, but Good God!

Next we’ll be outlawing penicillin, because infections are obviously due to an imbalance of bodily humors. That whole medicine thing was started by a buncha Jews in medieval times, tryin’ ta invent socialized medicine!

I’m back to hating people again. My life is such a rollercoaster.

Some Inspiration

Well, perhaps not inspiration, but a bit of balm and perspective on War and our children, coming, from all places, an editorial in USA Today, via Fark. Jonathan Turley’s piece is low-key, pragmatic, and affecting in a way that I wish every voice on the op-ed page could emulate.

And on a completely unrelated note, Happy Year of the Pig, everyone! Gong Hee Fot Choy!

Santo Gold

Chris over at Blue Glow posted some vintage infomercial-type strangeness about “The Family Auto Mart“, which caused my brain, unbidden, to dwell upon some some crap that played in the background while I was working late nights on the third draft of Forever Evil:

Yep, it went on for a full half-hour. I am constantly amazed that my brain got through the 80s without committing hara-kiri. (some would likely say it did not) I still probably would have preferred substituting “Family Auto Mart” for some of the times I subjected myself to the “Santo Gold” pitch.

That which does not kill me

Two murderous days at the Hated Job. Each night, I came home, ate dinner and went immediately to bed. Well, okay, Wednesday night I got up long enough to watch Lost. Today was the day off, so my body finally decided, cool, a chance to finally collapse, so here it is, late afternoon, and I am only just now setting foot outside my bed and/or bathroom.

Bleh.

I have absolutely no desire to find out what is going on in the outside world, so I am just going to sit quietly in my office for a while and hope my headache goes away. In the meantime, I’m sure anyone who wants to has already seen this, but if you haven’t… well, welcome to a fair approximation of my high school days:

The only thing better than this trailer is the ongoing discussion at YouTube about it. Good Lord, you’d think the topic was actually important.